I still don’t get why breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I mean, yes, I’m as grumpy as they come when I’ve not had breakfast, but why? Why do we even have to sit through any kind of meal at all? Can’t we just have another means of passing the 6 classes of food into our systems?
Sometimes you eat not because you’re hungry but because maturity demands that you have food in your stomach. And then as if that is not enough, you now have to force yourself through meals that you’d rather not eat but have to just because that’s the healthy option or you don’t have any other choices at your disposal. In scenarios like that, the first instinct will be to grumble and ask why you’re served such boringly unworthy meals. But no sooner than you start that train of thought you remember that there’s someone who’s probably looking for even half that kind of meal or someone who’s barely even had water in the last couple of days. And in that instance, your complaints sound greatly like ingratitude.
While growing up, during moments of such complaint, granny always made sure you sit through such meals, whether you’re sulking or not. And you must finish the food by all means. Quite unfortunately for me, that became a part of me and I don’t think there’ll be a time when I’ll outgrow sulking at the dinning table especially when a meal I don’t like is served. Because there’s always going to be that meal that I know I have to eat if I’m to stay healthy and I know for sure that I’m never really going to get used such meals nor grow to like it. I’m sure of that fact.
It’s the same with relationships and other spheres of life, there are things you’d rather not take but because you don’t have any other healthy option at your disposal and you can’t really control it, you have to condone what you’re served with a not so bright smile and not so great attitude, for such is life. You have to eat what you are served. No room for complaints. Or you don’t eat at all.